Saturday, May 7, 2011

High Strung

How does the saying go? "The best laid plans go to hell in a hand basket," or something like that. You think you know how things are going to go. They don't. C'est la vie, dammit.

A good way of looking at surprise chaos would be to greet it as though it were welcome serendipity. "Why hello, pain in the butt, you're as welcome as a million dollars!" I'm constantly working on my brain in that way, trying to twist the negative into a positive, trying to have a "good attitude." This is probably why I need a massage. I mean always, even right after I've had one.

Taking things in stride is easier some days than others. I don't know why this is, do you? There are times when a medical emergency wouldn't phase me. Sure. I'll just bring reading material. Then there are times when I can't even imagine seeing a good movie if the opportunity arises. I've got my mind set on my best laid plans. No matter if that hand basket is on its way to something heavenly, I can't twist my attitude that far to the plus side.

I'm sorry I got people worried. The photo inspired me because it's asymmetrical and sort of high-strung, if you know what I mean. Best laid plans-wise, Boz had to go to the vet yesterday and I was up most of the night with him. He couldn't keep food down for a few days. Poor guy is on so many pills.Best we can figure, he got hold of a bad "sidewalk num-num" (stealing from Margaret. We may have to muzzle him when we walk him, to save him from himself.Thank you all for your good wishes! I'm doing fine. But I feel bad for poor Boz, who doesn't know why he has muscle spasms or why he feels so bad, and only wants it to go away.

I'm so sorry about your high-tension medical emergency over a pain in the butt. Want to come for a relaxing walk in the back country of the Angeles National Forest today? Much more scenic than a massage parlor, and we can take a picnic in a handbasket.

Bernie Kofors? I used to post stuff for him here, when he was being all weird about having a computer. I got an email from the guy he sold his condo to … Bernie moved to Munich (as in Germany), so I don't know what's up with that. I called his mom, but her Humber was disconnected (she's pretty old). I mean, Munich? Bernie grew up in Van Nuys! Maybe he fell in love or got a job or something.